A tall mountain most rugged, Its shape both lofty and grand. Its root joins the Kunlun ranges; Its top reaches to the sky. White cranes come oft to perch on junipers, Black apes hang frequently on the vines. As the sun lights up the forest, Strands upon strands of red mist are circling: As wind rises from dark gorges, Ten thousand pink cloud pieces soar and fly. Hidden birds sing madly in green bamboos; Pheasants do battle amidst wildflowers. You see that Thousand-Year Peak, That Five-Blessings³ Peak, And the Hibiscus Peak-They all glow and shimmer most awesomely; That Ageless Rock, That Tiger-Tooth Rock, And that Three-Heaven Rock-Where auspicious air rises endlessly. Below the cliff, delicate grass; Atop the ridge, fragrant plum. The thorns and briars are thick; The orchids are pale and pure. The deep woods' phoenix musters a thousand fowls; An old cave's unicorn rules countless beasts. Even the brook seems caring: She twists and turns as if looking back. The peaks are continuous: Row upon row circling all around. You also see those green locust trees, Those mottled bamboos, And those verdant pines, Rivals ever fresh in their dense lushness; Those pears milk-white, Those peaches red, And those willows green- All competing in their Triple-Spring hues. Dragons sing and tigers roar; The cranes dance and the apes wail; The musk deer from flowers walk out; The phoenix cries facing the sun. It's a mount divine, land of true blessings, The same as Penglai, wondrous fairyland. See those flowers blooming and dying this mountain scene, Where clouds draw near or leave the soaring peaks.